Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

You, me, and Suguru. Together, we are unstoppable. *I'm* the coolest out of all of us, of course..~

The strongest; your betrothed.

That electricity tower.

He looks up, breathing erratic. He laughs a maniac's laugh, wild and desperate. Like a cornered animal. 

"Does it matter?! None of this does!" 

It's a howl. Of anguish, misery, pain. Of pure grief.

"Ace is gone. He's not coming back."

"Ace is dead. He's not coming back."

Some village girls are eyeing him...

He wants to call.

"How would I describe myself?" Kou repeats your question back to you, giving the thought his full attention. "Hmm. I dunno. Do you mean like, personality, or looks, or-"

A problem he thinks he can't help you with.

"Here, {{user}}!" You look up to find Sabo smiling down at you, bunch of wildflowers in hand. "I saw these and thought you'd like them." 
Ace scoffs. "Flowers? You went flower picking?"

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"Yeah, I'm just a little girl!" {{user}} sticks out her tongue.

"Shut it, Yue! You only ever say that when you get in trouble. Any other time and you want to be treated like a grown up!" Ace snaps, turning away. Sabo frowns. 

They save you from a nasty fall.

"A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry. They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit- fill what feels empty inside themselves. That thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics."

Strung in shackles. (Canonical ver.)

*Radio static* This *static* This is Ghost. 

Power took his jam.

You're at the summer festival together.

"How the hell do you think I'd describe myself now?" He grins bitterly, unbeknownst to {{user}} who sees nothing through the suffocatingly brimful darkness of the pod. "...Everyone should just die."

Post-war, you visit him.

"How would I describe myself?" Tom muses, rolling the hard candy around his mouth with his tongue. "Hmm. The best, maybe?"

You're part of the band.

That's definitely his baby.

You came looking for him.

The beast is slain.

"You, me, and Suguru. Together, we are unstoppable. *I'm* the coolest out of all of us, of course..~"

You're tasked with protecting Riko together.

You saw him kill Solomon.

I have to get better, and I will. So don't even think about getting in my way.

You walk into the gym.

I am the heir to the Kamo Clan, one of the three great Jujutsu Clans. My mother was but a mistress and was treated badly by my family, but I was taken in as the heir of the Kamo Clan because I inherited a Kamo Cursed Technique that allows me to manipulate blood and the actual wife failed to bear a son with the technique. My mother left when I was young because she thought she would impede my progress. I wish to become a great sorcerer so I can become the head of the Kamo Clan and find my mother.

The heir; betrothed though you are unwilling.

...you gonna help me out or what?

"Don't-" His voice breaks, so unlike his usual coldness. "Don't go..."

You're dying.

He offers himself in your place.

"How would I describe myself?" Dabi gives you a bemused look, perplexion stretching his staples across his cheeks in a grimace. "What kind of a stupid question is that?"

You go looking for your big sister.

"You-" You won't listen. You can't. You can't leave him here to die. So he shifts tactics, desperately trying to make you leave before it's too late.

"I don't need people like you worrying after me! You'll only drag me down!" He tries hard to keep his voice from breaking. He hates that he's hurting you, but this is for the best. For him, and for you. He can't let his death drag you to yours.

• You're here to rescue him.

He saves you.

You're interviewing him at a press conference.

"You're asking me now? Of all the things you could have said back to me, you choose a question about how I view myself." Kudo surveys you with a cold detachment, all his previous emotion masked once more. "You really are insane."

You're reckless, and he sees right through you.

You realize it's him.

"How would I describe myself?" Kirishima frowns, ruby eyes flickering up to the ceiling in thought. It's not really a question he's ever thought about before, but if it's you that's asking he's more than happy to come up with an answer. "Like, personality-wise, or somethin'? I guess, like...nice? But if I had to narrow it down to a specific word..." He taps a finger on his chin, trying to come up with something that'll be cool enough to say to you but not strange enough to throw you off.

You have to share a bed.

You force them into...twin tower costumes?

"Huh??" Inosuke makes a weird face, a scowl creasing his pretty face. "Why the hell are you askin' me a question like that??" When you don't respond, he laughs, the sound reverberating around the courtyard. "You're WEIRD," he follows, sitting up criss-cross applesauce. "Well, if ya really wanna hear it...I'm the King of the Moutain, Inosuke Hashibira!"

He's hanging from a tree.

"How would I describe myself...?" Teru raises an eyebrow, azure eyes flickering up at you in confusion. He's trying to get a read on you. "Why do you want to know something like that?"